“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We sipped some wine. [...]

[...] The wine undoubtedly helped. [...]

[...] Her eyes had remained closed except when she put out her cigarette and took a sip of wine.

[...] She said that sometimes during a monologue she was aware that she was sipping wine or milk, and sometimes not.

(Still in trance, Jane poured herself more beer. [...]

[...] Rob poured us beers and the session started at 9:35.)

[...] Her eyes had begun to open occasionally toward the end of the delivery and she had sipped wine.

[...] First I saw a red wine bottle standing in a corner that was made of cement blocks.

[...] We sipped some wine. [...]

[...] Her pace had picked up considerably and her eyes had begun to open often, to the point where she lit a cigarette and sipped wine. [...]

[...] She took time out to put out her cigarette and sip some wine, her eyes blinking.)

[...] Earlier, I’d sipped beer as I watched television. [...]

[...] She had smoked and sipped wine. [...]

[...] Rob and Phil leaped to their feet, Phil knocking his glass of beer to the floor in the process. [...]

[...] Her manner was active; she was smoking and sipping wine. [...]

[...] In the meantime I’ve begun what seems to be an awesome task: packing many of our possessions into an endless series of cartons that had once held things like wine, mayonnaise, cereal, pipe fittings, and so forth.

[...] Her pace was fast; she sipped wine occasionally and was smoking.)

[...] Her eyes had opened but once, when she sipped some wine. [...]

[...] I’d had several glasses of wine during the evening, and when I went to bed, I couldn’t get comfortable, but dozed and awakened often. [...]

[...] But now my idea of great defiance was to miss a session, to go out and get a beer and let the psychologist go stare at his old vase or ink spot or whatever he’d chosen for that night’s test.